You were mad at your mafia husband.

Because he raised his voice at you in an argument.

Currently he was following you around and asking for your forgiveness.

"Please, love I'm sorry, talk to me."

You crossed your arms, still giving him the silent treatment.

He sighed "Please, I'll do anything."

Then an idea popped up on your mind.

"Anything?"

His eyes sparkled, finally acknowledging him.

"Yes, anything..."